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20
Nov
11

Ladies, make some noise

Last night, I got my nose out of the book I was reading (Ien Ang’s Desperately Seeking the Audience, for curious parties) and went out to shake a tail feather. The Majestic, a local venue in Madison, hosted a hip hop-themed 80s vs. 90s dance party.

 

Grammy winners Salt 'N' Pepa

 

Obviously, I don’t need to defend the merits of hip hop’s golden era. OutKast’s ATLiens, Tribe’s Midnight Marauders, Queen Latifah’s All Hail the Queen, Wu-Tang’s Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), Nas’ Illmatic, Biggie’s Ready to Die, Jay-Z’s Reasonable Doubt, Dr. Dre’s The Chronic, De La Soul’s Stakes Is High, Missy Elliott’s Supa Dupa Fly, Pharcyde’s Bizarre Ride, Goodie Mob’s Soul Food, Salt ‘N’ Pepa’s Very Necessary, Ice Cube’s Amerikkka’s Most Wanted, Public Enemy’s Fear of a Black Planet, MC Lyte’s Lyte as a Rock, and The Fugees’ The Score all belong in the history books as much as they do in my car. Since this music scored my adolescence and many bedroom dance parties, I was happy to raise a glass and toast myself on the floor.

As this was the music of my youth, it was also the music of my feminist awakening. While I recognize that many female MCs don’t associate with the term “feminism,” their commanding presence and demand for self-respect and sexual autonomy was hugely influential on how I came to understand the world and my place in it as a teenage girl and later as an adult woman. Later I’d acquire a copy of Tricia Rose’s definitive Black Noise, a tremendously influential piece of hip hop scholarship that I believe has only been surpassed by her more recent effort, The Hip Hop Wars

Lest we encase this era of mainstream hip hop in amber, there are a number of contemporary female MCs whose careers and artistic contributions warrant attention, including Psalm One, Dessa, Las Krudas, Nicki Minaj, Invincible, Miz Korona, MicahTron, Georgia Anne Muldrow, Lady Sovereign, JNaturaL, Rita J, and Jean Grae, among so many others. Let’s also not forget the veteran female artists who rose to prominence during this point in popular musical history and are still in the game. Missy forever.

Last night, the deejay represented Ladybug Mecca from Digable Planets, Lauryn Hill in Nas’ “If I Ruled the World,” along with Janet Jackson, Salt ‘N’ Pepa, Queen Latifah, and (after I checked in with one of the deejays) TLC. But c’mon–this was a monumental time for women in hip hop, as well as female R&B groups who were influenced by hip hop and hip hop culture. A handful of songs hardly suffice when you could devote an entire night to women’s contributions to hip hop during this period.

To be fair, I didn’t hear Positive K’s “I Got a Man,” Bone Thugs’ “First of the Month,” or the Bad Boy remix of Craig Mac’s “Flava in Your Ear” either. But as fine a time as I had last night, there were a number of voices I’d like to have heard from folks like Amil, Erykah Badu, Eve, Lil Kim, Rah Digga, Foxy Brown, maybe even dig deep into the crates for some Sparky D. Some of them may have gotten their due after I left. But all of them necessitate future dance parties. Maybe some clips can help get one started. Feel free to make requests.

21
Sep
11

My interview with Courtney E. Smith

Courtney E. Smith; image courtesy of boston.com

I recently emailed Courtney E. Smith some questions to coincide with the release of her book Record Collecting for Girls, which I reviewed earlier for this site. She was good enough to answer my questions.

You discuss issues of sexism in relation to music fandom and connoisseurship throughout the book and in various interviews to promote it. Why did you write this book and what do you hope to accomplish with it?

I wrote this book because I love reading this kind of book. Be it, outside of music, stuff by Sarah Vowell, David Sedaris, or Sloane Crosley or in music from [Nick] Hornby, [Chuck] Klosterman, and [Rob] Sheffield. But in the realm of music it started to bug me that there weren’t editorial music books from the female point of view. I wanted to know what some of the women portrayed in these books thought, what their side of the story would be, what songs they’d say they listened to. I thought I’d write the kind of conversations I have with girlfriends.

More than anything, I hope it makes people think talking about music can be fun. And that it makes them laugh.

Do you identify as a feminist? If so, how do you define feminism for yourself? Does it inform your book project?

I’ve been a feminist since I was 16 and read an essay in Sassy about it. That inspired me to read Susan Faldui’s Backlash and I was blow away by the statistics she presented. That lead to Betty Friedan, Naomi Wolfe and through the years everything from Pink Think to Manifesta. I grew up in a small town in Texas where a higher premium was placed on being pretty than being smart. It always bothered me and it was nice to find a world of women acknowledging the distance between the value of men and women.

I agree with and support the dictionary definition of what a feminist is: a person who believes in equal rights for women economically, socially, and politically. It’s pretty simple and I don’t understand how anyone could not identify as a feminist. Being a feminist and a woman informs everything I do.

You use the word “girl” in your title and relate your childhood and teenage years to your professional and personal experiences as an adult. How do you define the word “girl” and how are you using it in your title?

To me, girl is a noun identifying a female. I am using it a little bit mockingly, and a little bit lovingly, in the title of this book. When you think of a record collector, stereotypically, the image that will be used in pop culture is like Steve Buscemi in Ghost World. And a music snob would be Jack Black in High Fidelity. I can’t think of a single image of a female record collector as an archetype, because it’s not seen as a female domain. And I think that’s dumb, because we all know female music enthusiasts, collectors, and fetishists. They’re no more few and far between than the male variety. With that stereotypical archetype in mind, I think it’s a funny bordering on absurd to attach “for girls” to it.

At the same time, I’m pretty fascinated by the “for girls” culture. It’s empowering when you’re The Golden Girls, because older women owning that term and referring to themselves in whatever manner they choose is endearing. And it’s unacceptable to some people when it’s “the girls’ guide to…” because they see the pink ghetto. I’m well aware that music books, even those written by women, are rarely marketed to women. If we buy them it’s a bonus but men are the target audience. Putting “for girls” in the title forces it to be a music book marketed to women. And in the end that was very important to me.

What’s the first album you received and did it influence you in any way?

I honestly couldn’t say what the first album I received was, but the first one I saved up my allowance to buy was Julian Lennon’s Valotte in 1985. It was interesting because vinyl was on the decline culturally and as a kid it was a lot more economically viable to buy cassettes and even more so to tape songs off of the radio. Julian didn’t have a huge influence on me, but the first time I played Bananarama for my mother and she told me it was horrible did — it was the first time I realized that all music was not created equal. Up to that point I’d listened mainly to my parents’ record collection and lived in a world where everything was good. But when I started to like my own music, the pop music of the era, and was told it wasn’t good, it made me start to think about how people picked the music they liked and what made it good or bad. I still think about that all the time.

The book focuses a lot on your romantic relationships with men and connects it to your music fandom. How do you engage in music fandom with women? Are there fundamental differences between how you engage with music with men and women?

In my experience, women are less likely to wear their opinions about music on their sleeves. You hardly have to mention something to a guy and he’ll immediately spill everything he thinks about an artist like he’s been forming these opinions for years, even on things he barely cares about, along with as many statistics and bits of useless information as he’s been able to memorize. This confidence in talking about music isn’t always present with women. It’s often more of a question, a conversation and less of a factual history about the band.

Something happened recently where a guy friend asked me to send him some hate-filled songs because he was ramping up to take someone down at work. The way he talked about it was bordering on violent and he has a physical stature that I don’t. He could beat someone up while I could not. I found that informing what sort of songs I put on this mix for him. I edited out a lot of songs I’d put on angry revenge mixes for myself. If I made that playlist for a woman, it wouldn’t be the same at all. But, at the same time, if the guy who’d asked me to make him a playlist to get amped up were a physical weakling, it would have been different as well. In the end the fundamental differences depend very much on the individual person.

The Beatles vs. Stones essay in my book is a direct response to the debates I have with my friend Marisa. She loves the Stones and I love the Beatles. I am forever coming up with arguments to stop her cold or trip her arguments up. I want to tackle it from every angle and make her admit I’m right, because that’s how we talk to each other. I wouldn’t have that conversation in the same way with a more sensitive person, whatever their gender.

Since a lot of the book focuses on ex-boyfriends, you might open yourself up to criticism that you’re really just writing about boys. Do you think this is sexist? If so, how would you counter that critique?

If we can agree that Klosterman’s Killing Yourself to Live and both of Sheffield’s books are sexist because they use romantic relationships as storytelling devices to get at a universal idea, then I’ll agree that me writing about boys is sexist. If not, then I think there’s a double standard at work in that idea.

In addition to comparisons between Chuck Klosterman and Rob Sheffield’s more personal writings on music, your book follows Marisa Meltzer’s Girl Power: The Nineties Revolution in Music, Sara Marcus’ Girls to the Front: The True Story of Riot Grrrl Revolution, Kristin Hersh’s Rat Girl, and Out of the Vinyl Deeps, a collection of Ellen Willis. Apart from crudely lumping you together as cisgender white ladies, you all tend to focus extensively on memoir with rock music as the predominant genre of analysis. Do you put yourself in that context or do you see yourself apart from it? Also, how do you conceptualize race, whiteness, and sexuality in relation to gender in your work and with this book?

I think that’s a fair comparison, although my book is a lot more editorially driven than the ladies you’ve listed here, save Kristin Hersh whose book is a straight memoir. I think Ellen Willis is much more in the vein of music criticism and Marisa Meltzer is music history, both with touches of personal anecdote. My book is really light on criticism, because I don’t fancy myself a music critic, and a mishmash of memoir and history with a dash of how-to for the less musically aggressive.

This book is based on my own world view, however. To expect it to address race and sexuality outside of my experience would be to ask it to be disingenuous. By way of an example: there is a lot to say about female superfans, especially as it relates to boy bands and teenage girls. I think there are tons of fascinating social dynamics at play there but I didn’t write about it because it was never my experience. I don’t relate to Beatlemania. I didn’t have a favorite New Kid. I thought the Backstreet Boys were creepy. They’ve all been in my life, but it’s nothing I felt like I had enough experience and position to take on.

The most poignant part of the book for me was when you talked about going to a music store as a kid and the instrument salesman assuming you were buying a clarinet when you wanted to play drums. As someone who picked up a guitar last year and teaches music history workshops for Girls Rock Camp, I can certainly relate. Do you hope this book is a resource for young girls? If so, what do you hope they get out of it? What do you think of organizations like Girls Rock Camp? Do you think they are an effective way to get girls involved in music?

I absolutely do not think young girls should read this book. Teenagers, sure. I think it has YA appeal and I think putting history in context is important or else you have no understanding of how you earned the rights you have today or what still needs work and attention. I’m a big fan of things like Girls Rock Camp and providing role models for girls that show them girls can play music.

The problem for me is that I get stuck on how I felt growing up. Again, small town in Texas. There weren’t resources like Girls Rock Camp readily available. For me, getting to play drums felt like a fight. I had to fight with the boy who was the leader of the drum line the entire time I did it just to prove myself. So did the one other girl who played drums in my grade. And I stopped my junior year in high school because I got tired of fighting. It was so much work to feel like you were constantly bucking tradition and never good enough, with no support system in sight. I think it’s important to have icons in pop culture, for those girls who don’t live in cities or have progressive parents, who normalize the idea of girls doing whatever they want to do — be it professional musician, comedienne, writer, whatever. And to reinforce ALL THE TIME that it’s an achievable aspiration.

You also discuss the dearth of all-female bands in our contemporary moment. What do you think of Beyoncé touring with an all-female band? Conversely, how do you feel about mixed-gender bands?

I think very few people notice who Beyoncé’s backing band are. The casual observer probably doesn’t and the shows are so 100% about Beyoncé. I’m glad she’s doing it, but until it starts getting discussed in Us Weekly and on Entertainment Tonight, I’m not sure how much of an impact it’s making in the wider pop culture sense.

I had a friend who, when his band was looking for a new keyboardist, wouldn’t audition any girls because he thought it was too hard to take a girl on the road. In his mind there was too much of a chance that someone would try to sleep with the girl and it would cause tension. Women are still subject to the sexual whims of men, in the sense that it gives them a reason to not consider us equals. Just because you can do it doesn’t mean they’ll always let you, including in music. I think there’s a difference in mixed gender bands that are founded by women and those founded by men. I think that behavior is a lot more scarce when women are running the show and setting the boundaries.

Who are some of your favorite female instrumentalists and vocalists and why? What kinds of vocal styles and performance styles most resonate with you?

I’ve always really liked Bonnie Raitt and Melissa auf der Meyer’s guitar playing. You can’t deny Merrill from tUnE-yArDs and Kaki King as drummers/percussionists but obviously I think Janet Weiss is one of the best female drummers ever. In the world of jazz piano I like Blossom Dearie, Shirley Horn, and Nina Simone. In pop I like Kate Bush and Christine McVie. Imogen Heap creates some interesting soundscapes too. There are certainly a lot of well-known female bassists, but it’s hard to call out any as favorites. I think bass is one of those instruments that needs a whole band around it to be interesting most of the time. I think the vocalists and styles that resonate with me are like anyone: they’re the ones you can personally relate to, that make you feel something. I feel like I might listen to lyrics more than most people and makes me want to designate songs to occasions.

You come to this project from a professional experience in the mainstream music industry, ostensibly bringing fringe or indie artists into the mainstream. What do you think the current generation of artists relationship is to mainstream success? How are female artists conceptualizing this, in your experience?

From 2000 to 2010 the idea that indie bands needed to sign to a major label to have mainstream success seems to have disappeared. I think Death Cab were the last of the indie bands who felt they had to do that. It’s partly because major labels are shrinking but also because indie labels are growing. The playing field seems a bit more level so a band like Vampire Weekend can choose to sign to XL Records instead of a major label, stay in a world of people they actually like while marketing their records, have greater control over how they’re marketed, and achieve the level of mainstream success they’re comfortable with. Just a few years ago bands like TV on the Radio and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs felt they had to move on from indies to majors to be successful and make enough money to survive.

From what I can see, in indie culture female musicians and bands are less likely to go for mainstream success. I don’t blame them either, because it involves a lot of compromise or an obnoxiously strong will to be a pop star and stay true to yourself. It’s hard work and you’re under appreciated. It’s a lot easier to stay in the world you’re comfortable with.

As a music industry professional, how do you think the industry has changed for women, if in fact it has? Do you consider the wave of prominent female music supervisors like Alexandra Patsavas to be a positive change? What future are we passing on to the next generation of industry professionals?

I think it’s a lot more important that there be more female artist managers, A&R people, marketers, producers and programmers than music supervisors. Ultimately the choices in music placement for film and TV lies with the director, so it’s a more important to have more female film and TV directors than music supervisors.

And music supervisors also can’t do much unless there are female A&R execs signing more female bands and working with their managers to make sure their marketing budgets are the same as their male contemporaries. And you need women in business positions, heading up labels and their marketing departments, who are cognizant of how they treat and market female artists.

As someone who worked for MTV as a music programmer, what did you think of this year’s VMAs? What performances and artists resonated most with you? Also, what do you think of Odd Future’s recent cultural ascendancy?

I thought that Britney tribute was weird. And the Amy Winehouse tribute could have been better — just one song, sung by Bruno Mars, really? Beyoncé and Adele killed it. I get the spectacle factor with Chris Brown, but I wish they’d stop asking him back. I don’t get the spectacle with Jay-Z and Kanye, they’re just rapping about rich people problems now. Every show that lacks a host tends to feel a bit disjointed. I felt like I didn’t know when the show was going to be over this year.

Odd Future reminds me the ascendancy of CA hardcore after punk: a bunch of young dudes with little life experience shooting off the big mouth.

Finally, I was pleased to be interviewing a fellow Texan (I’m from Houston). To close, what playlist would you put together for people who need exposure to our home state’s rich musical history?

Some important ones to know:

Buddy Holly “That’ll Be The Day” — obviously one of the greats in the history of rock ‘n roll, from the little town of Lubbock.

Blind Lemon Jefferson “Black Snake Moan” — one of the first commercially successful blues musicians and the greatest country blues musicians, he’s most closely associated with Dallas but lived all over Texas.

Bob Willis and His Texas Playboys “Cotton Eyed Joe” — when you think of traditional country music, you probably think of Bob Willis. But also Ernest Tubb, Gene Autry, and Lefty Frizzell, in their respective niches of country, were respectable Texans who defined the genre.

Ornette Coleman “Congeniality” –  one of the jazz greats who traveled all over the world but hailed from Ft. Worth. His The Shape of Jazz to Come is a must-own.

Willie Nelson “Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys” — Willie grew up  that funny part of central-verging-on-west Texas that was heavy in Czech and German influence. I like to think it informed his view as an outsider in country music. This song in particular is one we all had to learn and sing at my kindergarten graduation ceremony.

Josh T. Pearson “Sweetheart I Ain’t Your Christ” — I knew the guys in Lift to Experience from going to shows and house parties in Denton while I was in college. They were amazing and under appreciated in the US at the time and that appears to still be the case with Pearson’s solo album some 10+ years later. It’s amazing.

Geto Boys “Mind Playing Tricks On Me” — Houston has an ever-fluctuating hip hop scene. The whole Fifth Ward lifestyle is so foreign to me, I didn’t realize what paranoid, crazy gold this song is until years later.

Erykah Badu “Tyrone” — A classic track from possibly the most innovative soul singer to come out of Texas. But she’s more than just a soul singer. She’s a rebel through and through — and that’s a bit of her Texas spirit, even though she might be an enigma to most native Texans.

Beyoncé “Crazy In Love” and Solange “Sandcastle Disco” — Yes, the Knowles girls are also from Houston. I don’t know that it influences their music anymore, but it’s hard to shake your Texas roots completely.

Tripping Daisy “Sonic Bloom” — This band was the precursor to the Polyphonic Spree. While the latter creeps me out, Tripping Daisy were the gateway drug into the north Texas and Oklahoma psych rock scene of the ‘90s that included the Flaming Lips, Mazinga Phaser, and Captain Audio (the precursor to the Secret Machines). Obviously a lot of what these guys did was related to the belated reverence the ‘90s started placing on the original TX psych rock band, the 13th Floor Elevators, but quite a bit was influenced by Texas Anglophilia for bands like Spiritualized  and My Bloody Valentine.

Janis Joplin “Me & Bobby McGee” — She might seem like a flower child owned by San Francisco but Joplin is from the shithole east Texas town of Port Authur, known for it’s oil rigs and nothing much else. It made her a tough girl.

Pantera “A New Level of Power” — one of the greatest heavy metal bands in the world came out of Arlington, home of the Six Flags theme park and the Texas Rangers baseball team. It’s not my thing, but it speaks volumes about how the boredom of growing up in a cement suburban wasteland can be parlayed into music.

Phil Ochs “I Ain’t Marching Anymore” and George Jones “She Thinks I Still Care” — Ochs’ history on its own is very interesting and tragic, but more so to me is how he marks the division between country and folk. In the ‘40s hillbilly music was a part of the folk genre, by classification. But after McCarthyism hit in the ‘50s, the music industry needed to separate hillbilly and cowboy songs so they didn’t seem red — and the term country was born. Ochs is markedly folk, in the sense that he became a protest singer who you could compare to Dylan. He came from the same time as George Jones, a well-known Texas country star who couldn’t be more different. In the ‘30s there was no separating Woody Guthrie’s identities as a folk singer and a hillbilly. It’s remarkable how far apart folk and country grew in just a decade and Ochs is the personification of that divide in Texas.

Kelly Clarkson “Since U Been Gone” — worth noting that the first winner of the cultural juggernaut American Idol is a Texan.

George Strait “All My Exes Live In Texas” — whether you like country or you don’t, you know George if you’re from Texas. He’s a state hero and one of the main faces of the neoclassical country music movement in the ‘80s and ‘90s. He’s a big part of the reason cowboys dress up in pearl button down shirts, nice felt hats and tight pants.

Miranda Lambert “Only Prettier” — Lambert is picking up the reigns where Loretta Lynn left off. She’s one of the roughest and most interesting country artists out today and, being from a small town in Texas herself, does a great job at capturing that feeling in her songs.

17
Aug
11

I heart Punk Start My Heart

Welcome back, everyone. It’s bananas to me that it’s been so long since I posted. I recently moved to Madison, Wisconsin (a week before the recall election–w00t, Jennifer Schilling and Jessica King). I have spent the last couple weeks getting my home in order, showing parents around town, adjusting to my new jogging route, having my picture taken for various identification cards, opening a checking account, procuring a winter coat that may or may not make me look like Mr. Hanky come winter time, catching up on some writing, and squeezing in the odd game of Rock Band or dinner with friends. In other words, I’ve been busy crossing things off lists. It’s nice to finally have enough of a routine down to blog.

One thing I love about blogging is that you can take a blog anywhere and it informs your perspective. I believe in using posts to articulate civic pride, even and especially when that pride is shaken. I wrote as an Austin blogger for the past few years and fully intend to throw myself into the community. I’m even more excited to help build on that community and collaborate with folks in and outside of Madison. And actually, I’m putting the finishing touches on a post about a certain Wisconsinan indie rocker that I plan to publish tomorrow. But tonight, I’m going to shine a light on Portland.

I know, I know–I gave Portlandia a hard time. I’ve yet to officially visit the city beyond its airport terminal, but I’m excited to make the trip now that that three close girlfriends live there. One of them is interning with Planned Parenthood Advocates of Oregon and is helping put on Summer Brews for the Right to Choose. If you’re in the area this Saturday, you should go and do a little dancing and bid on some art and prizes from local businesses.

A few days before I left Austin, Jen at Punk Start My Heart Records sent me an email after I posted the label’s great Homoground mix on the blog’s Facebook page. PSMH is a Portland-based feminist, queer-positive record label. It started as a booking collective that grew into a music festival that’s currently raising money to press its first three releases. If this sounds familiar to you, Bitch and some other sites wrote about the Kickstarter effort earlier. Jen wanted me to help spread the word. And even though it’s a bit late in the game, there’s really no such thing as “too late” with DIY media fundraising. You still have eight days left to donate, get some cool swag, and invest in a scene that honors musical contributions from queer and/or feminist artists like Forever, Fucking Lesbian Bitches, and NO/HO/MO. It’s definitely a future I want to live in. Plus they’re re-releasing Fagatron’s 7″. As incentive, “ASSKICKATHON”. Enjoy!

27
Jul
11

Check out my Spoken City interview

I leave Austin for Madison on Sunday. This is both a sad and exciting time. Fortunately, this last week includes birthday celebrations, friend times, a farewell party, and the Girls Rock Camp Austin showcase, which is a helluva way to go out. In that spirit, here’s an interview I did with Spoken City about being a blogger and an Austinite. Two subjects very close to my heart.

29
Mar
11

My SXSW coverage for Bitch, in case you missed it

I hope you’ve been following Bitch’s coverage of the festival, because the staff and contributors wrote a lot of interesting commentary and reviews of panels, forthcoming movies, and other events. It was kind of weird to be so far away from my portion as it circulated last week, as I was out of town and pretty busy with school nerd stuff (more on that in a later post). I usually repost stuff as it goes live, but thought I’d handle this in digest form. I closed the festival with GayBiGayGay, but had a super-full Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday (GRCA/Bitch day party, say what?), and Saturday. Check it out.

There’s still the matter of what to do with my interviews. I’m told that the one I did with M’Lady Records’ Veronica Ortuño will go live as a B-Sides post next week. For details, check in with Bitch. I’m also decompressing from my trip, but hope to be back up with new content in the near future. Much as I love the havoc the festival wreaks on the city and my ears, I’m looking forward to writing about something else. Thanks for your patience and keep reading.

21
Mar
11

SXSW, unabridged

I’m back at work this morning, shaking the dust and sweat off a successful SXSW. My coverage of the music portion of the festival for Bitch will go live this week. I have to write up my notes for Friday, Saturday, and GayBiGayGayday, upload photos, and do a bit of editing. Tomorrow night, I will be on a plane for a trip to the Midwest. Updates here will be spotty, but I’ll be back in Austin come Saturday and ready to dive into the task of transcribing interviews I held during the festival. Alongside this, I’ll be happy to write about my obsession with Misfits, discuss musical moments in Before Sunrise, Palindromes, Mona Lisa Smile, Imitation of Life, and how I’ll use my hair to write a love letter to Jana Hunter. Hope you’ll join in.

Though Bitch is where you can read my sequential guide to good music I caught during SXSW 2011, I thought I’d use my blog to draft some notes. A commenter recently described my post on Alicia Keys as an “intersectional stream-of-consciousness dissection” of my anti-fandom. That’s a great working definition of this blog’s M.O. It’s a space for me to puzzle through my thoughts on feminism and music culture, however convoluted. I also like to discuss what I learned whenever I undertake something new and challenging. I did this when I taught workshops at Girls Rock Camp, gave lectures, or attended conferences. Covering SXSW for a publication I respect as much as Bitch was definitely a big undertaking and a little scary for me. But I’m glad I did it and fully intend to dive back in to the deep end next year. Here’s what I learned:

1. I can totally navigate the schedule by myself. Though I’ve lived in Austin for nearly ten years, my sense of direction is not awesome. In years past, I’ve relied upon my partner to direct our foot travel (though not our schedule, as that’s always been a collaboration). However, he was covering hip hop shows for his site. This forced me not to rely on men as compasses. This was somewhat intimidating, as I was nervous to walk around downtown alone. Let’s face it–a woman walking alone on a busy city street is a charged political act. Even with all the foot traffic in a reasonably safe city, there were lots of poorly lit areas and drunk frat bros to negotiate. I had no problem doing any of this.

2. I did, however, have to check in with myself about personal safety. This meant that I didn’t catch a few things I wanted to see. Principally, I chose not to attend Night of Rage and the Tom Tom Magazine showcase at the last minute because I was uncomfortable walking to the venue by myself, as it was situated in something of a rough neighborhood. I was annoyed by this, as I really wanted to attend both events. And I felt a bit racist, given the area’s demographic. Had I found someone to go with me, I would have had no problem making it. However, it was just me and I had to listen to myself and make a choice. This meant I missed Grass Widow, the Carrots, Cold Girls, and Yellow Fever. Next year, I’ll do a better job of finding a buddy to accompany me to events in areas I don’t feel safe walking to alone. Coordination is key with SXSW.

3. I need a better camera. I’m not a professional photographer, as may be evident in the pictures I took during the festival that will accompany my Bitch posts. I took as many shots as I could and captured some nice moments. As a short person who got really good at elbowing tall people out of my way when I thought I had something, this was no small feat (though, as a choirgirl, I’ve got some training in using staggering to maintain your sense of perspective). I would, however, like to invest in a camera that gives me more options. I would also like to acquire a fluency in basic photography. I definitely have a sense of when a moment needs to be captured and have a new objective to work toward, because even if I was a bit self-conscious about my limited skills, I know I like taking pictures.

4. I learned when to let the professional photographers get their shots. Folks should be nice to them, as they capture the images you scroll past when you’re killing time at work on a blog you like. This is why I let the Gawker photographer take my spot for a bit during the tUnE-yArDs set at Red 7. This is also why I helped a photographer push a surly drunk out of the way at a Baths show. 

5. I need to schedule more interviews. I conducted five–two over the phone, two via e-mail, and one in person (sweet southern breakfast, are the Shondes a great group to chat with–see them when they come to your town and talk to them at the merch table). Even as a journalism major, I was nervous about interviews. I get tripped up on whether I’m asking the right questions or effectively facilitating a conversation. I also get starstruck. I had a terrible interview once with an artist I really admire when I was in college radio and it made me really nervous about the entire enterprise (to be clear, it went poorly because he was aloof and not because I was unprepared). But usually once you get an artist talking, the interview handles itself. I need to remember that most artists want to talk about their work and want to engage with others about it.

6. Actually, I’d really like to book a showcase next year. This post is my first attempt at feeling this out. I think I can do it.

7. There were all manner of incredible female artists this year. I saw Wild Flag, Sharon Van Etten, Braids, Those Darlins, Lower Dens, Glasser, Invincible, Dessa, Jean Grae, Thao Nguyen, the Tuna Helpers, tUnE-yArDs, EMA, both of Yuka Honda’s bands, Screaming Females, Khaïra Arby, and Yoko fucking Ono this week. I didn’t need a badge to see any of them. The only artists I didn’t get to see where acts that conflicted with other events or that I saw previously, so my apologies to the folks I mentioned earlier, along with Butts, the Clutters, Schmillion, Hazel Dickens, Tamaryn, Frazey Ford, and Dominique Young Unique. While it was sad to miss them, I think it’s exciting to attend SXSW and miss some female artists because there are so many. We can always have more women on bills–I’d like to wade through menstrual blood. However, there were women (and girls!) who were holding it down and this must be acknowledged. 

8. It was amazing to see so many so many queer women playing guitar. It really just goes to show that the best guitar players are dykes. Nimble fingers, you know. The lesbians understand.

9. Many women were in bands with dudes, which speaks to Neko Case’s point about how more men and women need to play together. Yes, some of these women were the singer, keyboardist, or bassist. However, some of them were drummers (hearts to Yuko Araki) and a slew of them were playing lead guitar. Not total reform, but not a huge step backwards either.

10. However, these artists were disproportionately white. We need to fix this.

11. Also, sound crews need to do a better job of miking women. I couldn’t hear the vocalist for Graceyon or Christian Mistress especially well. This problem pervaded beyond metal. Why was I having trouble hearing Mary Timony at the beginning of Wild Flag’s set when I was in front? Work it out.

12. Absorb friend recommendations, especially if they support the cause of feminist music geekery. I’m not much of a metalhead but took a friend’s suggestion to see Graceyon, a San Francisco trio with a female celloist on vocals. So glad I saw them. Really haunting and lovely.

13. Surprise yourself. I caught Zukunasisters, an all-female Japanese funk band I knew very little about. I also saw Go Chic, a Taiwanese electro outfit in the vein of Le Tigre, during the GRCA/Bitch day party. Both delivered great sets. Also, I heard from Garland Grey, a blogger I admire a great deal and had the privilege of meeting last week, that there was some confusion between Odd Future and Big Freedia’s sets during Mess With Texas. Some folks saw Big Freedia thinking they were watching Odd Future. While some folks got surly and homophobic, others stuck around and, I hope, got into Freedia’s set.  

Such an awesome time. Hope you were there. If I saw you, I hugged you. If I didn’t know you were there, I hope we’ll meet again next year. I’ll sign off here and funnel the rest of my notes over at Bitch. Again, check in with them this week for my thoughts on the festival.

11
Mar
11

SWSYes!

SXSW 2011 kicks off today. I’ll be diving into the music portion of the festival with abandon next week and reporting on it for Bitch. For those interested looking for suggestions on what to check out, here’s my rundown.

But before we get started, let’s check some things off our list.

1. Are you wearing comfortable, close-toed shoes that can weather days of walking and standing?
2. Do you have earplugs? Some shows are really loud. You don’t want to be yelling at people during polite conversation days later.
3. Are you staying hydrated? Sure, Lone Star flows freely (and is marked up, though Brooklynites don’t notice), but make sure you’re drinking lots of water.
4. Have you checked the weather before going out?
5. If you’re especially susceptible to cedar fever and the like, did you take any allergy medication?
6. Do you have a schedule? More importantly, do you have several options for each time slot? A lot of us want to see Raphael Saadiq, which means many of us won’t. It’s nice to have contingency plans.
7. Do you have a little bit of sunscreen handy for the day shows? Remember what Darlene Conner learned from her grandmother. Skin is a gift!

Also, some industrious folks can pull a Hilah and make potables to nosh on and barter. I will not be one of them, though, as I’ll most likely be macking on Kebabalicious. For a guide to vegan-friendly fare, check in with Vegan Smurf.

Oh, and musicians. Please don’t spend your set futzing with tunings. You aren’t playing an evening at the Paramount. Yes, I realize that SXSW is a bit of a grind and no doubt showcases feel dehumanizing come Saturday. But if you’re really great, we’ll see you again in an actual concert where you can dazzle us for two hours. For now, you have maybe 50 minutes. Make it count.

Okay. So here is who I’m excited to see.

First, there are the acts that I already know I like. Folks like Thao Nguyen, Jean Grae, Invincible, TOKiMONSTA, Dessa, Glasser, Screaming Females, Julianna Barwick, Grass Widow, tUnE-yArDs, Nite Jewel, Smoosh, Andreya Triana, Indian Jewelry, Sharon Van Etten, and Schmillion.

Then there are legendary types. Did you see that Hazel Dickens is playing? What? Yes, I’ll try to see her. Thanks, “Hot Topic,” for nudging me toward all kinds of important women and/or queer artists.

For better or worse, hype is a big part of what drives SXSW. Hell, it’s what drives the music industry writ large. In addition to all the people lining up to see James Blake, Gold Panda, Weekend, Dum Dum Girls, Tennis, and maybe Fang Island, I’m sure folks are going to try and catch Cults, Yuck, the Joy Formidable, and Ear Pwr. I hope Butts catches some of that buzz. At first, I firmly classified this duo as a novelty act. But their 20-second songs about things like running out of toilet paper are pretty catchy and basically the kind of music I’d want to make with my friend Curran. Also, this band came together after some drinking. The B-52s formed while getting drunk at a Chinese restaurant, and if you call their first two albums “novel,” I’ll fight you.

I’m not sure where Big Freedia and Esben and the Witch are in their careers at this point. I feel like they might be waning a bit. I thought Freedia’s performance at the Kool Keith show was underwhelming and Esben’s debut record was poorly received. Yet I’m still interested in seeing if Freedia will pull out a great show. Also, I heard that Esben gave a great performance at the Matador anniversary weekend in Las Vegas, so I’m still interested.

There are also acts I’d like to see get more attention. Big Freedia’s celebrity has somewhat eclipsed Katey Red, another artist associated with bounce who I actually like more. Wye Oak is a longtime favorite and have steadily built a sizeable following. Their new record is also making me itch to do a comparative analysis between them and Beach House. White Mystery have gotten some good reviews and were a festival highlight for me last year, so I’m going to check in with them again. I haven’t seen the Shondes, but I’m so excited to see them that I encouraged readers to donate money to replace their van so they could play here.

I also like to find a few acts I think have a shot at universal appeal. Folks like Thao Nguyen make accessible, interesting music that I think most everyone I know would like. Maybe you can think of it as “the NPR vote.” Some contenders this year are Carla Morrison, Quadron, Wonfu, Gold Motel, Zoe Muth and the Lost High Rollers, Khaïra Arby, and Frazey Ford. I’m also interested in seeing Japanese funk group Zukunasisters.

Supergroups are important too. It’s nice to see awesome musicians come together on a new project. Wild Flag is getting much attention, and “Glass Tambourine” is a rad song. However, please note that Cibo Matto’s Yuka Honda, that dog.’s Petra Haden, and Shimmy Shimizu of Cornelius have a promising act called If By Yes. Their songs are breezy and refreshing, like a glass of lemonade with a shot of Tabasco.

Wild Flag's Carrie Brownstein, rocking the eff out; image courtesy of sfweekly.com

Alongside Glasser and Barwick, some ladies are tending toward the dreamy and the mystical. I’ll refrain from comparing any of them to Kate Bush because that’s lazy. However, I’m planning to check out Braids, Grimes, Phantogram, Tamaryn, and Austra. I’m especially interested in artists who do interesting, unsettling things with atmosphere. Lookin’ at you, EMA, Lower Dens, Las Robertas, Blank Realm, No Joy, Christian Mistress, and the White Eyes.

SXSW is a festival that prioritizes rock music. Unfortunately, dance acts and hip hop artists tend to get the shaft. There’s a shocking dearth of hip hop this year beyond what I already listed, though I strongly recommend you follow Scratched Vinyl‘s coverage (founder/editor/personal friend Chi Chi Thalken will be giving a rundown on KOOP’s “Hip Hop Hooray” this Sunday at 2 p.m., so tune in). However, while I don’t want rock to be the festival’s default genre, I do upon occasion enjoy a cold beer and an electric guitar. For folks looking to rock out, might I suggest Heavy Cream, Fever Fever, Puffyshoes, Those Darlins, and Le Butcherettes?

Austin is a thriving music community in its own right, so check out some of our local talent. Christeene‘s an international superstar, but she’s ours. Schmillion are opening for the Bangles, so they’re due to break huge any day now. Agent Ribbons and Soft Healer spin a moody, beautiful tune that befits our vast landscape. Most everyone can get down to Akina Adderley and the Vintage Playboys‘ retro soul.

Likewise, there are some great showcases being put on by locals. I already mentioned GayBiGayGay, which will nurse you through your Sunday hangover. Mess With Texas has become a big-tent tradition. Girls Rock Camp Austin is partnering with Bitch for their day show and is holding a benefit where attendees can receive a guitar signed by Susanna Hoffs. Veronica Ortuño is holding her third annual Night of Rage. KVRX and Party Ends are putting on some good shows as well. And even though Terrorbird Media isn’t a local promotion company, it’s run by some very nice people with good taste. Also, apparently the good people at Karaoke Underground are doing their thing at Dive on Saturday, the 19th. Belt your favorite indie rock tunes, regardless of whether you have a voice left.

Ian Curtis and I love Karaoke Underground; image courtesy of Karaoke Underground

I attempted to be comprehensive here, but I’m sure I forgot some important people. Feel free to leave endorsements in the comments section and I’ll see you on the fairground.

04
Mar
11

We interrupt the feminist music geekery to talk about protecting abortion rights

I don’t usually write about politics. If I do, it’s folded into a post about something else. Make no mistake. As a feminist, political consciousness and activism are very important to me. I just don’t think writing on policy and legislation is something I do well. I tend to forget representatives’ names and feel I lack the rhetorical nuance to report on issues the way I write about, say, Odd Future’s problematic cultural ascendancy. I provide commentary. I follow and contend in-depth analysis from folks like LaToya Peterson, s.e. smith, Everett Maroon, Amanda Marcotte, Melissa McEwan, Katherine Haenschen, and Rachel Maddow, and check in with Slate, Salon, NPR, the Guardian, Racialicious, Tiger Beatdown, and ColorLines like a good liberal. I also have friends who commit their lives to politics. I try to absorb as much of what they have to say as possible while parsing out what party ideology jibes with my own beliefs.

Where possible, I do like to take political action. I believe my work with Girls Rock Camp Austin is political in nature. If I lived in Wisconsin, I’d be picketing with the students and police officers. Matter of fact, there’s a distinct chance I’ll be marching with them soon enough if Scott Walker continues to sell out his constituents. Once I know where I’ll be next fall, I’d like to get back to volunteering. I don’t make a lot of money at my job, but I donate some of my earnings to organizations like OutYouth. I recently attended Austin’s Walk for Choice and proudly hoisted a sign I got from the March for Women’s Lives, which I participated in during college. I believe civic action is important. That is why I’m bowling with Lilith Fund in the National Abortion Access Bowl-a-Thon. It’s also why I’m taking time out to ask that you sponsor my team.

I don’t ask for money very often. I took a telemarketer job for six months in college and it was pretty degrading. I’ve never set up a PayPal or a Kickstarter account for this blog. Instead, I rely on downloading, review copies, and promo CDs to keep overhead low. As I’d love to revamp this blog and start recording podcasts for it, I may solicit at a later date. I also don’t want to perpetuate the idea that feminists of my generation come down from the mountain only when our reproductive rights are in jeopardy. There are a lot of issues that affect women and girls that we should be fighting for. Prison and education reform, equal pay, trans rights, eradicating human trafficking and child abuse, comprehensive sex education, dismantling rape culture and institutional racism, same-sex adoption and partner benefits, universal health care, and closing the technology gap most immediately come to mind.

But preserving reproductive choice is also of integral importance to me. I have always believed that giving women and girls the right to choose to enter into motherhood rather than foist it upon them improves the quality of life for all involved parties. I believe allowing abortion as an option following conception from traumatic experiences like rape and incest is a necessity we have to protect. I believe providing women and girls with autonomy by providing them education about sexual health and contraception will make the world a better place.

However, I’m not just bowling so that more girls and women have access to abortion. Anti-choice folks tend to think all we’re concerned about is making sure women and girls can get abortions. They also believe we come to our decision to have them in a cavalier manner. The former assumption simplifies a complex, interrelated set of issues into one watch word. The latter myth is just stupid and insulting. Organizations like Lilith Fund work toward providing information, counseling, and resources to their community. Facilities like Planned Parenthood provide folks with birth control and information on family planning, as well as administer pap smears and other standard procedures to guarantee women’s health. This is especially important at a time when proposed legislation is getting scary on a medieval level. Georgia state rep Bobby Franklin wants expectant mothers to prove their miscarriages occured naturally (read this great Crunk Feminist Collective enumerating recent attacks on reproductive justice). My own governor Rick Perry (who I’ve never voted for) wants me to look at a sonogram before going through with a termination. This is at a time when abortion providers are becoming an endangered species and access to contraception continues to be compromised.

It’s not a game. It’s about livelihood. I’m willing to do many things, including bowl for it. I hope you’ll support me and my team (seriously, just click on the link and provide us with whatever you can spare), as well as take personal action.

18
Jan
11

Opening Acts: Shane Shane for Big Freedia and Kool Keith

Shane Shane performing in Madison; image courtesy of avclub.com

Last Saturday, I made the trek many fellow Austinites forged (including some folks I know, including my dear friend Curran, who came with local queer royalty). Some folks (including a work friend) were staying warm at Central Presbyterian watching Shearwater perform. I went to the Mohawk to see Kool Keith, who was recording the performance for a forthcoming release. And frankly, people, he was boring. The sound quality was a little muffled, but the overall performance was lacking. Very “do you accept the charges?” Now, he was only 15 minutes late, which seems pretty reasonable given the emcee’s characteristic disregard for punctuality (one friend saw him in the late 90s and he was over an hour late, but he did pass out individual baggies that contained chicken wings and juice boxes, which I think is a fair trade). But the Mohawk is an outdoor venue and, due to noise ordinances, the concert had to be over by midnight. And while I think people who live in apartment complexes across from venues on Red River need to accept concert noise as part of the neighborhood charm, it also meant Keith did a 45-minute medley cherry-picking cuts from his prolific, personality-traversing career.

More to the point, I had to confront something I knew I’d have to deal with at a Kool Keith show: feminist discomfort. As a hip hop fan, I’ve had to do a lot of negotiating. I like Kanye pointing out social injustice, but I cock my head and raise my eyebrows when he says he’d do anything for a blonde dyke (or when he festoons his videos with model corpses). I like it when Murs empathizes with young women who have to reconcile their blended heritages in a racist world but cross my arms and scowl when he brags about inserting a glow stick inside a rave attendee. I’ve liked Keith since Black Elvis (and then went back for Dr. Octagonocologist) largely for the same reasons I maintain that Tracy Morgan is in many ways the strongest player on 30 Rock: his surreal, destabilizing flow possesses a stunningly elliptical rhythm and wordplay that seems to bump into ugly truths about how black men are perceived and misunderstood in white society. And they’re both funny as hell. After all, Keith penned “You Live At Home With Your Mom” and, in doing so, probably influenced every writing staff currently employed by Adult Swim.

But as the self-professed originator of pornocore, Keith often trades in graphic depictions of sexuality which tend to be unsettling, bizarre, and hyper-focused on the abject. In other words, Keith doesn’t use the long-form player to conduct quiet storms. And even with smoother efforts like Sex Style and portions of Black Elvis, he isn’t so much embodying a loverman persona so much as exaggerating its inherent ridiculousness from the inside (well, he might be embodying it too). However, intent is always vulnerable to interpretation and, in a crowd where an audience heavy in straight-reading white dudes were cheering on dancers shimmying to “Girl Let Me Touch You There,” the weirdness of the message may have gotten lost.

Though I’m glad that I finally saw hir, I didn’t think Big Freedia was that great either. To echo my friend Curran, Freedia is very one-note and the live performance really demonstrated this. I know Freedia was the toast of Fun Fun Fun Fest and it’s great that ze’s getting a larger audience. Again, sound may have been an issue. And I’m not one to complain about seeing ladies shake it and don’t want to be the politically correct police but for a black, queer artist, there was a lot of skinny white girl ass up on stage. But maybe that’s how Freedia likes it. As a petite white woman who attended the show with her male partner, I have no room to play culture police. After all, a fat black woman I can guarantee is queer dropping it on stage assures a whole other set of problems with reception and representation.

What you might be gathering from the proceedings is that its sexual and racial politics were . . . complicated. This is where the opening act stole the show in my estimation. Shane Shane is based in Madison, Wisconsin and recalls Gravy Train!!!! instead of Brother Ali. Shane hurled his burly frame (bedecked in a sailor suit) across the stage. He bellowed, crooned, and minced his way through a set that swiped from MC Luscious’ “Boom! I Got Your Boyfriend” and boasted a posterboard headdress for each song in his set (except the ballad, of course). He was novel, irritating, and pretty damn thrilling. Not a lot of Midwestern bears would have the courage to perform such a confrontational, anarchic, unquestionably gay set for this Southern crowd. It may have been too much for some people (a deejay friend headed for the bar during the set because he didn’t like Shane’s voice). And frankly, I’m not sure if Shane Shane’s limited charms can be distilled on record or will outlive this particular moment. Based on this interview with the A.V. Club, I hope he does. If he’s playing in your town, you should see him. Whether you’re annoyed, elated, or a giddy combination of the two, Shane Shane will deliver. Last Saturday, he gave the headliners a lesson in spectacle, stage presence, and subversion.

26
Oct
10

Things I learned at the Reimagining Girlhood Conference

I was at lovely SUNY Cortland over the weekend, co-chairing a panel with Kristen about Girls Rock Camp. We met some awesome scholars/activists from fourteen different countries, shook hands with enthusiastic coordinator Caroline Kaltefleiter, heard some great papers and talks on a variety of subjects, made contacts with several GRC organizers (including our roommate, who runs Girls Rock Denver and is working on her PhD in Communication Studies at Michigan), did an interview with a PhD student at OSU, and have lists of things we need to read. Here are just a few things I learned.

1. There’s a world of difference between youth organizing and organizing youth. We should strive for the former. This is a difficult process, but listening is of the utmost importance. Thinking of girls as agents of change is another.

2. My former thesis adviser Mary Kearney was present, as was keynote speaker Sharon Mazzarella. Kearney participated in the plenary and presented new research on how to fix the dropout rate amongst female production students. She managed to ask at least one transformative question in each panel we both attended. She also made several smart comments in the plenary, calling out the normalization of students’ upper-class backgrounds in the academy and hoping that the field of girls studies never achieves total legitimacy in the academy so that groundbreaking work can continue to happen outside the top-tier schools and across disciplines. Mazzarella stressed the strength of girls’ studies emphasis on an interdisciplinary approach as well. I want to be these women when I grow up.

3. Marilee Salvator’s “Moo Goes the Cow” was featured at the “Girl” exhibit that coincided with the conference. It was a series of embroidery loops with silk-screened images of anatomical diagrams of genitalia, needlepoint, cartoons, and menstrual blood serving as a commentary of recalling repressed memories of child abuse. It blew my mind.

4. I made contact with someone who works at the Sallie Bingham Center for Women’s History and Culture at Duke University. Their holdings look amazing, particularly their zine collections.

5. Brock University’s Shauna Pomerantz and Rebecca Raby presented work they’ve done on nerdy girls, bridging representations with ethnographies. I’m interested in how this work will evolve, and hope they continue to challenge the racial dimension of female nerds, speak to girls who fit the profile of the nerd but don’t always make straight As, and address nerdy girls who engage in delinquent behavior.

6. The wave metaphor alienates many feminists and womanists of color, many of whom were excluded from its formations. White feminists should move away from using it. Also, speaking for myself, it’s always seemed like a problematic construct that doesn’t speak much to me as a feminist.

7. Regrettably, I could not attend Sunday’s film screening, which featured girl-made projects that came out of a workshop Kearney co-facilitated with Cortland’s Cynthia Sarver. I wish I had, though, as we should always include actual girls in girls’ studies conferences. We regret being unable to get girls to speak at our panel. We put out a call on the GRC listserv, but imagine that financial and parental concerns speak to their absence. As always, something to work on.





 

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